Castle Undertale Novels & Stories

“You can’t blame her and now everyone thinks she’s this big jealous monster that wants to take the throne.” Casteel placed his hand over my shoulder, tentatively. “That’s why you should be careful. Stop going around asking questions and digging into the past. You won’t like the answer you’ll get.” I lifted my teary eyes to him. “What?” “He sees you going around with the oracle, trying to undo all that he has done. Trust me, it takes a much bigger power to topple him. Even the whitewolves have no idea what he’s doing, what makes you think you are going to discover it?”

my mom asked in trembling voice. " What do you want from my daughter and why are you calling her your mistress?" dad asked in a deep voice. " Mr. Castello. Trust me I don't mean a single harm to your daughter instead I am here t help her out.I know you guys are scared but I can explain everything. My name is Colton and I am a shadow from the shadow dimension. The dimension whose queen is your daughter and our mistress Minerva." Colton announced and looked at me.

Carson and I burst into laughter, not even trying to hide the fact that we are making a mockery of them. “His lordship will see you now." The guard says, opening the gate wide open for us. We go back into our car and drive inside, not before Carson gives the guard the middle finger. The kid wasn't lying when he said that their Alpha lives in a fucking castle. The house is triple the size of the Bloodmoon pack. On getting to the castle, we are greeted with another gigantic gate. “What is it with this pack and gates?" Caleb grumbles. The guards open the gate immediately, and we go in.

his mother asked him as she was crossing her arms. “I don’t think it would be interesting to you, mum,” Caleb said before he was reaching for the meat that was served on the table. His mother slapped his hand before Xavier was snickering behind him and faked a cough to cover it. “Caleb Cavier Andino, I ask you a question and you will answer me,” the Luna of the Shadow Pack was now standing in front of him, not his mother anymore. Caleb gulped when her green eyes narrowed on him.

The garrison commander muttered something under his breath but said nothing. Reive paused a little, and then went on speaking as if he’d been talking about the weather, “My real name is Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel. In the past, I was called the Undead King. This is my castle and my property. And I’m going to reclaim them. In a few weeks, or maybe days, an army of the dead will be standing at the gates of Firel. The map of Ihordarrine is in front of you. The cemeteries are marked with crosses. Under each one is written the number of the dead ready to come at my call.” “You’re mad,” Glein grunted, stroking his moustache. “You need help, sir.”

And then the rushed, frantic blueprints of the city’s ancient sewer systems, a filthy spiderweb of underground passages. “At this point,” Aster began, his voice low and devoid of any emotion, “we have to assume the Tainted are being controlled by a high-caliber supernatural. In other words, another Royal.” He didn’t look at me. He looked at the maps, as if the enemy’s face were drawn there. “They’re the only ones with enough strength to achieve such a feat.”

It means I found my Amato, our word for mate. He looks disappointed at the distance I managed to put between us, and it also looks as though he is holding himself back from grabbing me again. I can see him straining to pull himself together and get a handle on himself. “Yes, mate. As far as where you are, I figured you would recognize the place you tried to steal from. You’re back at the royal castle. I brought you back here after you passed out. I’m Andraste by the way,” He introduces himself with an award winning smile.

Large gargoyles covered the roof's edge, glaring down at them. The castle had been built from a slick black rock that was only mined in Udril. It gave the castle an even more ominous presence. A grim-faced servant waited for them near the front doors, clothed in heavy white furs. The carriage slid to a halt and their door was opened.

~Arineth~ The chamber was a quiet refuge from the chaos brewing beyond its heavy oak doors, a small, shadowed space carved into the heart of Katula’s ancient castle, where the air hung thick with the scent of melted wax and weathered stone. The walls were adorned with faded carvings—intricate depictions of fae warriors wielding blades forged from starlight, their forms locked in eternal battle against swirling tempests that seemed to writhe in the flickering candlelight.

The air is chilled down here, which only adds to my unease. But we come to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. I gasp, peering through the darkness at a massive vault door made of iron. Antony takes a moment to open it. “There’s a tunnel system leading out of the castle. We’ll go to the temple from there. I know… I know where it is.” “I’ll never forgive you for this,” Poppy whispers. I can almost taste Antony’s pain as he looks over his shoulder at her. “I know.”